Hell Will Not Be Empty Until I'm Done

Du Mu took out the Ten-Thousand-Year Great Recovery Pill he had just obtained.

Though it had expired, it still looked decent: pure white and round, with a faint matte finish and a light medicinal fragrance.

Compared with that expired Great Recovery Pill that had looked like dog food, this one was excellent.

Without hesitation, Du Mu tossed the pill into his mouth and chewed it up. Its texture was unremarkable, and it had almost no taste.

The next second, his status panel changed.

[Attributes: Strength 120 → 122, Constitution 87 → 89, Speed 87 → 89, Spirit 120]

"Not bad. That's as much of a boost as eating Karathen's flesh."

Du Mu nodded in satisfaction.

Without Yaozu Quan, the remaining monsters had no chance to fight back. The Immortal Weapons led a crowd of humans forward, and within moments, they had wiped out every last one.

Du Mu walked over to where Yaozu Quan lay and looked down at him.

Yaozu Quan still had a faint breath of life, but his health bar was nearly empty and continued to fall.

Du Mu took out a bottle of Life Potion, crouched down, pried open Yaozu Quan's mouth, and poured it in.

The Life Potion finally stabilized Yaozu Quan's plummeting health, keeping him alive.

His maximum health, however, was a pitiful sliver.

The battle had exhausted the energy of the dozens of Iron Fists Yaozu Quan possessed. Without that immense boost, his lifespan had returned to normal. He would not drop dead on the spot, but he was at the end of his strength and probably would not last long.

"Wake up. You can't sleep here."

Du Mu raised a hand and slapped Yaozu Quan several times across both cheeks.

The slaps jolted Yaozu Quan awake. He slowly opened his